Pandora Hearts Oneshots

Drunken Words ||Gilbert Nightray||

"Waaaaah!" cried out Gilbert in something akin to despair, his glassy eyes gazing around the room almost as if the man was lost. His face was flushed a brilliant pink and he swayed on his feet, the tell tale signs of Gilbert being drunk again. "Waaaaah!"

Isla heaved a sigh, a worried smile upon her face as she stepped towards the man she had 'grown' up with after having come to be in this strange world.

"Gilbert?"

"Wah...? Isla?" Gilbert blinked at her owlishly, taking in the short sandy colored hair and the dress she adorned. A hand was held out towards him reassuringly.

"Would you like some help back to your room?" she offered gently, watching as Gilbert began to nod almost in a daze. Isla gave a soft chuckle, brow furrowed in worry for the man's health since Oz had been taken into the Abyss so many years before. Though it didn't help that Break often pushed the boy into bad habits as well...

Wrapping an arm around the taller man's torso she began to slowly lead him to his room, making idle chit chat all the way, though not really knowing if Gilbert was listening or not, he seemed to be in deep thought after all.

"And you know-"

"Isla," the name was slurred, but it held a seriousness in it that his earlier words had not. This caused Isla to blink and stare at Gilbert curiously, waiting for him to finish. "I-I love you..."

Pink flashed across Isla's cheeks and Gilbert's own face seemed to adopt a darker coloring as well as he leaned over to place a sloppy kiss on her cheek in his drunken stupor. Her breath caught in her throat, despite the smell of alcohol on his breath and her heart hammered loudly in her chest.

Isla only hoped that he would remember his words in the morning and that they would not be a lie...

"Drunken words are sober thoughts."